DISCLAIMER: Belongs to Rowling

Warning: May contain slash

A/n: Okay so I've started, like three Harry Potter stories now, and I've not really like any of them. However this one i will not abandon. I also promise long chapters, this first chapter is short only because it is the prologue. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys it, and MAKE SURE YOU REVIEW!!

A/N2: I did not have anyone to Bata and i apologize for any mistakes now.

Prologue: Captured

It had been 22 days, 14 hours, and 11 minutes, since they had captured him. He was still having trouble processing how stupid he had been, though in all actuality he was having trouble processing anything at the moment. The constant use of the confundus charm, and the cruciatis curse, kept him from being able to think clearly. If he was able to think it through he would have admitted that he was impressed with this method of keeping him prisoner. It was effective to say for sure.

It was not his intention to get caught; he would have to be stupid for that to happen. Although it would be easy to question his sanity now, after all how many people would offer themselves up as bait to the most power Dark Wizard the world has ever seen. Obviously Harry Potter was one such person; he had made the rash decision during an argument with the order. They of course didn't believe that a boy his age had a place in a war, but he had argued with them, yelling at them, that he was the prophesied Savior, that he alone could defeat Voldemort.

"Harry," His head master had said calmly "though it may be true that you alone have to defeat Voldemort, he will not be alone, and neither will you."

"How can you say that," Harry screamed slamming his hands against the old wooden table, "The prophecy says that I have to defeat him that neither will live while the other survives. How can I possibly not be alone?"

"Harry…" Dumbledore started

"No," Harry snapped cutting the elderly wizard off, "I will not allow myself to put my friends in danger."

"That is not your decision n to make!" a red faced Hermione Granger Yelled at him, "Harry James Potter, Ronald and I have been through hell and back with you, and you will not tell us that we can not fight by your side."

"Then we have to make a plan, something where I can make sure that all of you aren't in danger." Harry gave in "because," he continued seeing Hermione was about to argue, "You two are my best friends, and if I have to worry about you it could be an unneeded distraction."

"Alright Harry, we'll trust you on this mate." Ron said clapping him on the shoulder

In the end it had been Hermione's plan they had decided to use. Dumbledore, though he was against the plan had seen that it was the only way they could possibly infiltrate Voldemort's headquarters. It had taken the next two weeks to get the all the necessary pieces together.

The morning everything was set emotion Harry had was all nerves, he knew his part was the most important. He only had the one chance just as the prophecy had foretold the fate of the wizarding world now rested in his hands. All he had to do was to draw Voldemort out into the open. Harry was sure he'd be able to do it, but fear still had its grip on him; however he did not fear for himself, but for the lives of the others in the order, the lives of his friends, the small broken pieces of the only family he had left.

Harry's part was simple really; all he had to do was wait, wait for Voldemort to come and confront him. He simply had goad and mislead the darkest wizard of all time long enough for the older to ambush him and his Death Eaters. Anti-Apparition wards where in place but would only be activated once Voldemort himself showed up. The plan itself was simple, the hardest part was keeping alive long enough to either kill, or incapacitate Voldemort.

The wind blew a chilling current down Harry's spine as he waited in the vast clearing. He waited with a white flag to represent truce; it was also a mockery to Voldemort. He shivered, and a sense of foreboding came over him. Sharp, white hot pain shot through Harry's scar as a voice Hissed from behind him. Started Harry turned around, and came face to face with the demon that was Voldemort.

"Harry Potter." Voldemort let a cruel twisted smile distort his face, "You have finally realized you cannot beat me. That I am the greatest wizard in the world, and you have given up."

Anger surging thorough Harry spat his response, "I will never give up to a filthy, Half-blood hypocrite like you."

"You are a fool Potter did you not think I would see your ruse? Did you not think that I didn't have my spies? I know of your plan to catch me. I've set my own trap." He sneered

"What did you do?" Harry demanded

"That would be telling," His answered with a small smirk, "They won't be coming for you Harry, they can't help you now."

Voldemort raised his wand to Harry's Chest, and yelled, "Stupefy!"

Harry was struck by the stunner, and felt his legs fall from beneath him before he was enclosed in darkness. Voldemort picked up Harry's limp form and Apparitied away.

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"Celebrating can wait!" Voldemort shouted at his Death Eaters, "Right now we will break the boy. We will this night, crush the hope of the Wizarding world!"

"My Lord," Severus Snape hastily interrupted, "Perhaps it would be best if we prolonged Potters death. Alive he could be an invaluable resource and it is possible he will have information on the order."

"Yes," Voldemort agreed, "you're right Severus, I finally have him in my grasp why should I make it easy for him, when it would much more fun to do it slowly, make him beg, make him betray his precious order. Bellatrix bring Potter to now."

But Harry Potter could not be broken…

Harry found himself sitting struggling to stay awake, as pain coursed through his body; he had been hit with numerous cruciatus curses, upon entering Riddle Mansion. He tried to sort through the thoughts racing through his mind, trying without result to think of a way to escape, but the pain was so great that he could not focus.

The cell he was being held in was dark, dirty, and cold. Bones still littered the floor of the cell, which Harry had no doubt they were from previous tenants. His clothes were now torn, and blood seemed to cover every inch of him, he wondered how he was even able to sit up.

The Dark magic was starting to take a hold on Harry's mind in his delicate state. It whispered to him, told him things that could not be true, but as his torture went on Harry found it harder to fight, at times he gave in, trusting what it said completely, building up rage inside his chest, and he felt betrayed by those he trusted most. He knew it was his fault, that he had damned himself, but when the pain got to be to much it was easier to blame someone else.

When he had moments of clarity he would think of ways to escape, but the times he could think clearly were few and short. He knew his time was coming to an end and slowly he started preparing himself for death. It wasn't as hard as he thought it was going to be. In fact he was finding easier and easier everyday to hope for the escape death would bring.

Unaware he was not alone, he allowed his shields to weaken, trying to get rid of the pain that attacked his mind. He was not aware that Voldemort had been waiting and planning for this very moment to attack his mind.

Harry felt the sharp spear of legilimens pierce his mind before he throw his shields back up. Memories flash before his eyes, he desperately tried catching them, and he had to make sure Voldemort couldn't see them, but he could recapture his memories. Memories of the Order, Ron, Hermione, The prophecy, were now Voldemort's.

"Harry Potter, I have broken your body, your mind, and now I will break your soul," Voldemort whisper cruelly into Harry's mind, "Animus Evito!"

A harsh, white light shot from his Voldmort's wand and struck Harry in the chest. Harry held his breath as it the curse hit. Time slowed down and Harry could see the ripples that the curse pushed out against the natural order. The curse was not just unforgivable it was an abomination. The curse tore through harry, and he felt himself ripping from the inside out, his emotions were wild and uncontrollable. The there was only white, the same blinding white that was the soul destroying curse.